**The Wedding Night**

I never thought I’d be standing here, watching my mom—Anna—walk down the aisle in that tight white dress, her curves straining against the fabric, barely contained. But here we were. Mother and daughter. Bride and… well, bride. The ceremony had been a blur of whispered vows and knowing glances, the kind that made my pussy throb under my own dress.

Now, the reception was over. The guests had left. It was just us in the honeymoon suite, the air thick with tension and the scent of her perfume.

“You look fucking delicious, Maria,” Anna purred, her voice low and husky as she stepped closer. My breath hitched when her hands slid up my sides, her fingers gripping the zipper of my dress. “Let’s get you out of this.”

The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me bare except for my lace panties—already soaked through. Anna’s eyes darkened with hunger as she traced a finger along the damp fabric, teasing my clit through it. I whimpered, hips jerking forward.

“Mom—fuck, please—”

She smirked, gripping my waist and backing me toward the bed. “You want it? You want your mommy’s cock inside you?”

God, yes. I’d been dreaming about it since the first time I saw her naked in the shower, her thick, throbbing futa cock jutting out between her legs. I reached for her, hands trembling as I pulled at the buttons of her dress. She let me undress her, watching as my eyes devoured every inch of her—her heavy tits, her toned stomach, and then, finally, her cock. It was already hard, leaking pre-cum down its length.

I dropped to my knees without thinking, wrapping my lips around the head. She groaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked her deeper, tasting her salty-sweet skin.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward. “Take mommy’s dick like a good girl.”

I gagged around her, tears pricking my eyes as she thrust deeper into my throat. My fingers dug into her thighs, my pussy aching with every pulse of her cock.

Then she pulled out, dragging me up and tossing me onto the bed. I sprawled out, legs spread, watching as she climbed over me, her cock pressing against my soaked folds.

“You ready?” she breathed, rubbing the head against my clit, making me gasp.

“Yes—please, fuck me, mom—”

She didn’t wait. With one rough thrust, she buried herself inside me, stretching me wide. I cried out, back arching as she bottomed out, my cunt clenching around her thick length.

“Shit,” she hissed, her hips jerking. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

Then she started moving. Hard, deep strokes that had me clawing at the sheets, moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her grunts and my breathless whimpers.

“Mom—oh fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Come,” she growled, her hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Come on your mommy’s cock.”

That was all it took. My orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt, my body locking up as I screamed, my pussy spasming around her. She didn’t stop, fucking me through it, her own moans growing ragged.

“Gonna fill you up,” she panted, her thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna knock you up, Maria.”

The words sent another wave of heat through me. I clenched around her, milking her cock as she came, her cum flooding my cunt, so much it dripped out around her shaft.

She collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, sweat-slicked and wrecked. Her cock was still half-hard inside me, her cum leaking out between my thighs.

Anna kissed me, slow and deep, before murmuring against my lips, “Round two, baby girl?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”